why oh why is the toilet a magnet for toddlers? Why can't my older boys aim into the toilet instead of on the floor, walls, garbage can and anywhere else but into the water? I mean how hard is it, to hit a big bowl of water when they are standing over it?! I also want to know how many times a person can clean a bathroom in one day, because I tell ya', I think I've broken every single record there is. Ah, yes...I love my kids so much though.
I love when Micah has to get his "mommy fix" and he comes and snuggles, and then he's off and running again. I love when Kenan says in a whisper, "I have to ask you something.", and then proceeds to tell he loves me so much! I love seing Timmy's smile. Last night, he helped me clean the couch downstairs, and he thought it was so much fun! He has such a great additude and such a giving heart, that he was willing to help with a job that I didn't really want to do. He reminded me that my attitude and outlook on situations and circumstances can make a huge difference in the outcome as well as the attitudes of those around me. I love the way Hannah laughs and smiles. It brings me great joy to get a laugh out of her, she's so fun to be around. I have the best job in the world! I wouldn't change it for the world, even in the hard, and crazy moments of toilet splashing, couch cleaning, and the constant go, go, go of the little toddler. My husband is such wonderful support. He quietly listens as I vent my frustrations, and paitently encourages me in all that I do. I love him and I don't know what I'd do without him. He sent me an ecard today and the bible verse said "He who refreshes others will himself be refreshed." Proverbs 11:25. It was such an encouragement to me, to try and remember to refresh those around me.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Ugggh!! Migraines suck!
I struggle with migraines and it is no fun. Back in September I started keeping track of the days that I got a migraine. Between September 1, and December 31, I've had 50 migraines!! That is too many. Why have I waited so long in going to the Dr. to get a preventative? I don't know, probably because I don't like asking people to watch my kids for stuff like that. Maybe it's because I get annoyed with going to the Dr. so much. It could be that with 4 kids and a husband all that goes into my busy days, when I have a minute, I'd rather not go to the Dr. office. I know those aren't good enough reasons and that I need to take care of myself. I go to the Dr. on Tuesday, hopefully to get a preventative, and to talk with her about other stuff surrounding my migraines.
I'm on a medication that I take at the onset of a migraine and that helps, it really does, but so far in the 10 days of January, I've had 9 migraines! It seems like I can't do anything without triggering one, which means I either go through life getting migraines everyday, or I don't have a life at all. It's quite frustrating! Hopefully, I can figure this all out.
I'm on a medication that I take at the onset of a migraine and that helps, it really does, but so far in the 10 days of January, I've had 9 migraines! It seems like I can't do anything without triggering one, which means I either go through life getting migraines everyday, or I don't have a life at all. It's quite frustrating! Hopefully, I can figure this all out.
Easily Satisfied
When Jeff was giving each of the kids a piece of licorice, Kenan replied, "I want two pieces." So Jeff took his piece away, broke it in half and gave it back. Kenan then said, "Yay! Now I have two pieces!"
Micah loves cars and he loves books with pictures of cars in them. Today he found a book called One, two, three by Sandra Boynton. There is a page that says, "FIVE works well for a ride in the car -as long as the car ride isn't too far." , along with a picture of a car and the family of hippos in the car. He was so satisfied with propping it up on the couch, along with his other favorite car books and just staring at the pictures.
Micah loves cars and he loves books with pictures of cars in them. Today he found a book called One, two, three by Sandra Boynton. There is a page that says, "FIVE works well for a ride in the car -as long as the car ride isn't too far." , along with a picture of a car and the family of hippos in the car. He was so satisfied with propping it up on the couch, along with his other favorite car books and just staring at the pictures.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Good things
My husband and I have started out on a new venture together though I wouldn't call it a new years resolution, since we both really don't do resolutions. We are changing our diet so that we are eating healthier. I'm excited that we are doing this together and we are able to encourage and support each other as we make these changes. For me it's going pretty well.
I also called the Dr. yesterday to get in for an appt. about my migraines. I need to get on a preventative of some sort. I started tracking my migraines in September and between September and December I had 50 migraines! That is way to many! I going to get on a preventative to help lessen the frequency of them.
While I was resting yesterday afternoon Kenan was so good and kind to me. He rested quietly next to me and didn't bother me or try to get in trouble, he was quiet when I answered the phone, and as I tucked him into bed he said "mommy, I love you sooo much!" What a sweetheart he is!
I'm so thankful for each of my children and the uniqueness and joy they bring to our family to make it complete. I will post more about each of them later, but for now, I need to go rescue the chore chart from the clutches of my 19 mo old little monkey.
I also called the Dr. yesterday to get in for an appt. about my migraines. I need to get on a preventative of some sort. I started tracking my migraines in September and between September and December I had 50 migraines! That is way to many! I going to get on a preventative to help lessen the frequency of them.
While I was resting yesterday afternoon Kenan was so good and kind to me. He rested quietly next to me and didn't bother me or try to get in trouble, he was quiet when I answered the phone, and as I tucked him into bed he said "mommy, I love you sooo much!" What a sweetheart he is!
I'm so thankful for each of my children and the uniqueness and joy they bring to our family to make it complete. I will post more about each of them later, but for now, I need to go rescue the chore chart from the clutches of my 19 mo old little monkey.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Funny things
Today, I asked Kenan how he reached up to the top shelf to get the key to the laundry room door. I asked him "did you climb to get that?" He replied, "no, I reached it with my long arms."
During play practice, the director was going over final notes with the primary cast members. Timmy has the very first line when the kids come in, and he's so supposed to say "Sure smells good in here!" as he runs off stage. It's supposed to happend pretty quickly and he's just not getting off quick enough to make that scene flow right. The director, Sherri, said to Timmy, "Timmy you need to get off stage quicker, okay?" Timmy relplied, "I will! I'll use my top speed!" Everyone busted out laughing.
As we've been listening to Christmas music, it's been fun watching Micah dance to the music. He especially loves the Grinch song.
During play practice, the director was going over final notes with the primary cast members. Timmy has the very first line when the kids come in, and he's so supposed to say "Sure smells good in here!" as he runs off stage. It's supposed to happend pretty quickly and he's just not getting off quick enough to make that scene flow right. The director, Sherri, said to Timmy, "Timmy you need to get off stage quicker, okay?" Timmy relplied, "I will! I'll use my top speed!" Everyone busted out laughing.
As we've been listening to Christmas music, it's been fun watching Micah dance to the music. He especially loves the Grinch song.
Almost here!
This morning I heard a wonderful story that illustrates the story of Jesus' birth and why He came as a babe. It's story that was read by Paul Harvey and I thought was so good. Merry Christmas!
The Man and the Birds
Now the man to whom I'm going to introduce you was not a scrooge, he was a kind, decent, mostly good man. Generous to his family, upright in his dealings with other men. But he just didn't believe all that incarnation stuff which the churches proclaim at Christmas Time. It just didn't make sense and he was too honest to pretend otherwise. He just couldn't swallow the Jesus Story, about God coming to Earth as a man. "I'm truly sorry to distress you," he told his wife, "but I'm not going with you to church this Christmas Eve." He said he'd feel like a hypocrite. That he'd much rather just stay at home, but that he would wait up for them. And so he stayed and they went to the midnight service.
Shortly after the family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier and then went back to his fireside chair and began to read his newspaper. Minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound. Then another, and then another. Sort of a thump or a thud. At first he thought someone must be throwing snowballs against his living room window. But when he went to the front door to investigate he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. They'd been caught in the storm and, in a desperate search for shelter, had tried to fly through his large landscape window.
Well, he couldn't let the poor creatures lie there and freeze, so he remembered the barn where his children stabled their pony. That would provide a warm shelter, if he could direct the birds to it. Quickly he put on a coat, galoshes, tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on a light, but the birds did not come in. He figured food would entice them in. So he hurried back to the house, fetched bread crumbs, sprinkled them on the snow, making a trail to the yellow-lighted wide open doorway of the stable. But to his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs, and continued to flap around helplessly in the snow. He tried catching them. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around them waving his arms. Instead, they scattered in every direction, except into the warm, lighted barn.
And then, he realized, that they were afraid of him. To them, he reasoned, I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know that they can trust me. That I am not trying to hurt them, but to help them. But how? Because any move he made tended to frighten them, confuse them. They just would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because they feared him. "If only I could be a bird," he thought to himself, "and mingle with them and speak their language. Then I could tell them not to be afraid. Then I could show them the way to safety ... to the safe warm barn. But I would have to be one of them so they could see, and hear and understand."
At that moment the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind. And he stood there listening to the bells - Adeste Fidelis - listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. And he sank to his knees in the snow.
-- Author Unknown --(Shared by Paul Harvey on his radio show)
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God .... The Word became flesh and dwelt among us ....” (John 1:1, 14 KJV)
The Man and the Birds
Now the man to whom I'm going to introduce you was not a scrooge, he was a kind, decent, mostly good man. Generous to his family, upright in his dealings with other men. But he just didn't believe all that incarnation stuff which the churches proclaim at Christmas Time. It just didn't make sense and he was too honest to pretend otherwise. He just couldn't swallow the Jesus Story, about God coming to Earth as a man. "I'm truly sorry to distress you," he told his wife, "but I'm not going with you to church this Christmas Eve." He said he'd feel like a hypocrite. That he'd much rather just stay at home, but that he would wait up for them. And so he stayed and they went to the midnight service.
Shortly after the family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier and then went back to his fireside chair and began to read his newspaper. Minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound. Then another, and then another. Sort of a thump or a thud. At first he thought someone must be throwing snowballs against his living room window. But when he went to the front door to investigate he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. They'd been caught in the storm and, in a desperate search for shelter, had tried to fly through his large landscape window.
Well, he couldn't let the poor creatures lie there and freeze, so he remembered the barn where his children stabled their pony. That would provide a warm shelter, if he could direct the birds to it. Quickly he put on a coat, galoshes, tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on a light, but the birds did not come in. He figured food would entice them in. So he hurried back to the house, fetched bread crumbs, sprinkled them on the snow, making a trail to the yellow-lighted wide open doorway of the stable. But to his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs, and continued to flap around helplessly in the snow. He tried catching them. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around them waving his arms. Instead, they scattered in every direction, except into the warm, lighted barn.
And then, he realized, that they were afraid of him. To them, he reasoned, I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know that they can trust me. That I am not trying to hurt them, but to help them. But how? Because any move he made tended to frighten them, confuse them. They just would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because they feared him. "If only I could be a bird," he thought to himself, "and mingle with them and speak their language. Then I could tell them not to be afraid. Then I could show them the way to safety ... to the safe warm barn. But I would have to be one of them so they could see, and hear and understand."
At that moment the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind. And he stood there listening to the bells - Adeste Fidelis - listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. And he sank to his knees in the snow.
-- Author Unknown --(Shared by Paul Harvey on his radio show)
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God .... The Word became flesh and dwelt among us ....” (John 1:1, 14 KJV)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
ahhh, Kenan
Yesterday morning as I was trying to sleep, Kenan gets up and comes over to my side of the bed. He loves to try to crawl in bed with us when he gets up early in the morning, and we usually shuffle him out to the couch in the family room, or back up to his bed. Well, he pulls up the blanket slides his cold little feet in next to me and says "momma you're so warm and toasty. You smell like a doughnut" What a sweetheart.